This is a song about "Rims"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

It's moe, all i need is more chips